1. Sadness has written upon the wall of my heart
And embraced the silence, oh Lord of poetry, and wept

2. What is life, what is poetry, what are the dreams we spin
When the tale was but play

3. And life spills into the cups that deceived it
So we drink the cup while life has fled

4. And we lift up the chosen so we forget our deceit
That deceit whose cause we never knew

5. We came and left long was our journey's path
So we returned to the dream that was crucified

6. You left while sorrow seized our soul
You traveled so that worry and fatigue increased

7. All the gardens came from their dwellings
Questioning the people, history and books

8. What has happened to poetry passing without speaking to us
Face dusty with sorrows, depressed

9. They said: "You have traveled" but I never believed them
And left their every word as lies

10. Still in my soul in every song
Embracing the sun, planets and meteors

11. Sleeping on the banks of longing intoxicated
Pouring into its vessel poems and enchantment

12. And concealing sorrow above sorrow burning
So your heart remained disturbed by pain

13. Damascus called Abu Tawfeek and wept
Where is he who devoted his life to love

14. So I said: "My wounds have no shores
Wipe from my brow sorrow and fatigue

15. My love is here and my beloveds were born here
So who can return to me the life that has fled"